He came and sat between me and the Jew.
"It's a shame!" he grumbled.

"Up in our country twenty-five lashes is the masshimum, an' only to be laid on in the presence of a massishtrate.

You beat a black man an' they'll fine you first offense, jail you second offense, an' third offense God knows what they'll do! Poor ole Brown o' Lumbwa! They fined me once a'ready.

Nessht time they'll put me in jail! Better get quite drunk an' be blowed to it!" He staggered back to his chair by the farther wall, leering at Schubert as he passed.
"You're no gentleman!" he asserted aggressively.

"You're no better 'n a black man yourself! You ought-to-be-on-floor 'stead o' him! Dunno-how-behave-yourself! Take your coat off, an' come outside, an' fight like a man!" Schubert gave the order to stop at last.